surrender to her

Chapter 5
Lao Meng will make her a bowl of egg noodles every year on her birthday. From the beginning, the egg noodles are not different from each other, but later on, the cooking skills gradually become handy. This has become a custom between the father and daughter, so Meng Cheng did not eat a few mouthfuls of rice at the dinner party. .

After taking a bath, Meng Cheng changed into a nightgown and came down. He was tall and soft, with thin neck and shoulders, straight and slender legs, half-dry hair blown loose, a delicate melon-seeded face that was slightly bigger than the palm, and the skin soaked in water mist Tender as if water could be squeezed out, the black and bright eyebrows were even more colorful.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down at the dining table, the egg noodles were steaming fragrantly. She took a sip and praised sincerely: "Okay, Lao Meng, the egg noodle skills have soared to a five-star chef."

"What does this mean? It means that as long as you work hard, you will make progress. The reason why you can't see progress is because you haven't worked hard enough, just like your study..."

"Listen, Lao Meng."

"what happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I don't know whose monk is chanting scriptures just now."

"..."

Knowing that she doesn't like to listen to chatting and studying, Lao Meng talked about his only love: "I think your mother was a golden flower in Beihe Theater back then, and the men who chased her have gone, and the ones who sent flowers, cars, and houses There are countless, and there are some who directly give diamond rings, but your mother thinks that they are hypocritical and play for a while, only me..."

"Only you, found a different way, made my mother a bowl of unpretentious egg noodles in clear soup, and immediately moved my mother to tears." Meng Cheng has heard this story at least a thousand times, and skillfully followed it down, biting off the noodles, "Old Meng, it's not that I doubt your charisma. Based on your cooking skills 20 years ago, are you sure my mother cried because she was moved?"

Meng Zhixing: "..."

He waved his hand, "The process is not important, anyway, the effect is remarkable, your mother will remember me after eating the noodles."

Meng Cheng: "..."

After eating the noodles, the father and daughter nestled on the sofa to watch variety shows.

Meng Cheng leaned on his father's shoulder, completely not paying attention to the TV, his mind was wandering.

After some hesitation, she decided to confess: "Dad, I met my crush tonight."

After a pause, she asked again: "Do you know what crush means?"

Meng Zhixing had a "little case" expression on his face, "Hey boy, your dad and I are also middle-aged surfers, and we maintain a kind of self-motivated attitude towards the Internet to try not to be out."

Meng Cheng burst out laughing, and then changed his tone with regret and disappointment: "But, I don't know if I will meet him again in the future."

"We will meet again by chance."

"..."

"Then you agree to my dating?"

"When did you hear my words?" Lao Meng looked relieved, "Yes, I will ask for my opinion now."

"..." Meng Cheng choked.

Her nickname is Guaicheng, but she was not obedient at all when she was young.

She plays with the Barbie dolls for girls, and she also plays with Jiewa for boys. In addition, Meng Zhixing is busy with work and is often not at home. up.

Later, when I grew up, I didn't go to school well, and being held in the palm of my hand spoiled me to do whatever I wanted, which was not worry-free.

Once when Lao Meng went to pick her up from school, he saw her chatting and laughing among a group of boys, arms folded lazily, an unlit slender cigarette between her fingers, she had the demeanor of a Hong Kong film lady.

To be honest, he, as an old man, almost couldn't resist going over to give her a fire.

"If you can catch up, you'll be yours." Lao Meng was open-minded and said with a smile: "If you can't catch up, no one can do anything. No matter how capable I am, I can't rob you of the boy."

Meng Cheng: "..."

Lao Meng suddenly became interested: "But I can impart some unique experience to you."

Meng Cheng shook his head in disgust, and refused: "... Forget it, I don't want a bowl of noodles to scare away my future boyfriend crying."

Meng Zhixing: "..."

Meng Zhixing is usually very busy with his work. The family business on the capital side and the large new enterprise on the Beihe side are in harmony with each other. When necessary, he has to go abroad on business trips. He can spend two or three months a year in a hurry. On the way of the trip, he never missed Meng Cheng's birthday.

The father and daughter chatted late, and they were about to go back to bed. Meng Zhixing took out a velvet box, "Didn't you say that the anklet fell off when I went out to play with my friends last time? I ordered you another one that is exactly the same. .”

Meng Cheng liked the anklet very much and got used to wearing it. Meng Zhixing put the butterfly silver chain around her thin and fair right ankle. There was a small tattoo there, and a few red lines outlined the outline of the little fox.

Meng Cheng's pain nerves are very sensitive, so he is very afraid of pain, but he couldn't bear it during that time and wanted to get a tattoo. Meng Zhixing accompanied her to get a painless tattoo. On his wrist, it was a string of capitalized English letters— — Initials of Meng Cheng and her mother.

"Dad." Meng Cheng looked at him, fanned his long eyelashes, and suddenly became serious and cautious, "You love my mother so much, do you blame me? Blame me...for her not being able to come down safely to the delivery table."

She would ask this question every year on this day, and Meng Zhixing did not tire of taking the trouble, and the answer was always the same. He gently touched her head, "How can you blame Guaicheng? You are the baby that my mother has tried her best to keep. It is a unique gift from God to us, Dad loves you very much, and so does Mom."

There were pearls in Meng Cheng's eyes, and he leaned over to hug his father.

"Do you think Dad is very nice?"

Meng Cheng nodded: "Hmm..."

"Then go to school for me honestly tomorrow. I was absent for a week at the beginning of school. The teacher's phone call went to the company. Are you going to rebel?"

Meng Cheng: "..."

The painting style was sensational for only a second, and Lao Meng began to explain in a long-winded manner, don’t make troubles when you go to school, and work harder when you go to high school.

Meng Cheng: "Dad, a beautiful boy forever won't nag like this!"

Meng Zhixing: "..."

That day Meng Cheng lay in bed for a long time before falling asleep.

I thought about my mother, and recalled the boy's indifferent face, dark and indifferent eyes, and lonely back.

How should he be portrayed?
Like the Wounded Moon she saw tonight.

Desolate and clean, incomplete and broken, it is a kind of extreme beauty that is endangered and broken.

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The next day is Monday.

Xiang Zhao waited at the door of Meng Cheng's house early in the morning, wearing a pair of giant pandas with dark circles under his eyes, and the first thing he said when they met was: "What does brother-in-law look like?"

Meng Cheng: "..."

After Song Xinyuan returned home after the party last night, he threw the phrase "Meng Cheng fell in love with a boy at first sight on the snack street" among the four kings of heaven. Xiang Zhao's excited heart trembling hands, sang a one-man show by himself, and the news of the group was smashed. 99+, no one replied, I was so curious that I didn't fall asleep all night.

Meng Cheng was worrying about where to find someone, so he didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he babbled on food and car to Cheeky Zhao, chattering like a rooster courting a mating rooster along the way.

The three of them grew up together in Zhongtang Lane and went to school together. Meng Cheng was two years older than the two of them. Later, Gao Wenbo's mother was promoted to the director of the hospital, and he moved with his family to the vicinity of the Central Hospital.

Ruihua is notoriously slack in his studies, day students can’t go to morning reading on Monday depends on self-consciousness, obviously Meng Cheng doesn’t have the self-consciousness to love learning, the two of them stepped on the preparatory bell for the first class and entered from the back door. class.

(End of this chapter)